The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [76]
Zyir noticed her watching and smiled as he licked his full lips. “Ay, ma, why don’t you and your girls come and join me in VIP?” he stated.
His boyish charm was cute, and Robyn could tell that he was young from his approach. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Zyir,” he replied.
When the bartender brought his drinks, he grabbed the three bottles. “You coming, or you gon’ hug the bar and wait for one of these broke-ass niggas to come over and waste your time?”
Robyn leaned over and whispered in Miamor’s ear, “You wanna go?”
Miamor shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s whatever.”
“We don’t have to stay. Just let that nigga see that you see him. Maybe his guilt will get shit moving a little faster.” Robyn turned to Zyir and said, “Lead the way.”
Miamor took a deep breath and followed behind her girls as they approached Carter’s table. Her stomach was in knots as she continued to watch him closely. It seemed like the closer she got to him, the more her eyes began to fail her. Tears built up, and she was forced to blink them away before they could fall.
“Yo, my friend and her girls are going to join us,” Zyir stated as he sat the bottles of Moët down on the table.
The girl had Carter’s face turned toward hers, and she had his full attention as she whispered something in his ear, so he didn’t even notice Miamor.
“Yo, I didn’t get y’all names,” Zyir stated.
“I’m Robyn.”
“Aries.”
“Miamor.”
As soon as her voice blessed Carter’s ears, he turned his face and looked up at her in surprise. He could tell from the hurtful expression on her face that she had been there for a while, and he instantly knew that he had fucked up. He withdrew his arm from around the groupie and stood up.
“No, please don’t let us break up y’all little thing,” Robyn protested sarcastically to Carter.
Carter tried to make eye contact with Miamor, but she refused to look at him. She just shook her head in disgust before beginning to walk away.
Robyn turned to Zyir. “Thanks for inviting us over, but it looks like you all have enough company as it is. It’s a shame too, ‘cuz you had potential, young’un,” she said sweetly as she lightly kissed his cheek, and they walked away from the table.
Carter excused himself and followed behind Miamor. Grabbing her arm gently, he stopped her from leaving as he tried to explain. “Miamor, it’s not what it looks like,” he began.
Miamor snatched her arm from his grasp and shook her head in disbelief. She was pissed and hurt. She hated herself for caring so much when the man before her was simply supposed to be a means to an end. What is it about him? she asked herself silently.
“Come on, ma, say something.”
Miamor wanted to forget what she had just witnessed. A part of her wanted to leave the club with him, but she had never been a silly broad who believed lame excuses, and she wasn’t about to become one that night. I know what the fuck I saw. He was all in the bitch face a minute ago. If I hadn’t walked up, he would probably be taking the bitch home tonight. Fuck him.
“You know what, Carter? It doesn’t even matter. Now I know who you really are. You are just like every other nigga—a liar.”
Her words hit him like darts to the heart. When she turned to walk away, he reached for her hand. “Miamor.”
Just then the girl he had been with in VIP eased up behind him and wrapped her arms around him as she stared Miamor down. It was obvious she was trying to make her presence felt and stake her claim. Miamor shook her head and backpedaled toward the door.
Carter removed the girl’s arms from his body.
“You just made this so much easier for me. He’s all yours,” she said as she stormed away, her stilettos stabbing the floor to death with each step before she disappeared through the exit of the club.
The pain that was etched on her face was the last thing that Carter saw before she left. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong, daddy?” the girl asked.
Carter looked